Forgotten Rules (Rules 4)

I wear it to sleep every night lately.

I fiddle with the fabric. “Oh, right. Did you want it back?”

Please say no.

“Depends…” He eyes my lips. “Do I get you back, too?”

My heart flutters.

“I—”

“Don’t talk to me. I need coffee.” Morgan comes streaming through the door the next second.

A shirtless Alex follows close behind. Chasing after her.

“Morgan, wait.

Hear me out, please,” Alex begs, his green eyes small from having just woken up.

Weren’t these two cuddling two minutes ago? What did the poor bastard do in two minutes?

“Just go, okay? It’s too early for this, and I’m tutoring in forty-five minutes.” Morgan acts unfazed, but I see right through her.

She’s hurt.

“Not happening. Either you listen to me, or I’m camping on your goddamn porch until you do.”

Morgan stares at him, calling his bluff.

“Don’t test me, James. I’ll go buy a tent right now,” he warns.

I can’t help grinning at his threat. Even when they’re fighting, I’m rooting for them. Will clears his throat as a reminder that they have an audience, and Morgan sighs.

“Five minutes. Outside,” she says.

Alex’s shoulders drop in relief. He directs Morgan to the balcony, shutting the door on his way out and leaving me alone with Will. My hopes of picking up where we left off are shattered by my phone buzzing in my pocket.

It’s the alarm I set last night.

Work at 11:30, it says.

“Shit, I have to be at work in an hour. I need a shower. Talk later?” I hurry up the stairs without awaiting his reply. I want nothing more than to mend my broken relationship, but I’d also like to keep my job.

I scurry inside Morgan’s bedroom, kneeling down on the hardwood floor and shuffling through my overnight bag for an outfit. Then I jog down the stairs, a tad disappointed when I zoom by the kitchen and see that Will is gone. I rush into the first-floor bathroom, turn the shower on, and tug Will’s large hoodie over my head.

A voice flares behind me.

“Not that I’m not enjoying the show, but…”

I nearly scream and spin on my heels to find Will leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest—thank God for my T-shirt. One more second and he would’ve seen everything.

“Will? What the fuck?” I shriek.

He smirks, blue eyes raking over my body unapologetically. He’s casual, relaxed, like sneaking into Morgan’s bathroom and surprising me mid-stripping is a walk in the park to him.

“I thought you left.”

He shrugs. “I didn’t.”